Why is it I never get to do what I intend to these days?
Every time I get a bit of clear water on the horizon, something comes up and my plans go down the toilet...c'est la vie.
This being the case yet again, I squeezed in a pleasant hour or two at Nels Hide this afternoon.
Nowt out of the ordinary (apart from two male Garganey and a Curlew Sandpiper - which ain't bad), but with the blistering heat recently, lots of muddy edges are getting exposed, and the whole place looks primed for a Class A wader.
One of the colour ringed Avocets was in front of the hide (yellow over red on both legs, with an X on the red ring on the left leg), part of the mini Nels nesting colony.
About 35 Dunlin in total, with 10-15 Ringed Plover about, and a reasonable roost of Blackwits.
Enjoyed a good chat with Tony Disley (one day all birders will be built this way) as Swifts hawked in front of the hide and Coots disgraced themselves, and much as the air was pregnant with the expectation of a quality fly thro', it never happened.
The arrested-moult Dunlin with the damaged wing was still about - a queer looking fish if ever a wader was a fish, but otherwise it was another hot, slow afternoon.
I left the Blackwits to tune in their MP3s and listen to whatever sounds it is they groove to when the humankind ain't watching.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...